A Single Summer Night
The summer’s heat made me almost swoon.
Here we were on the last day in June.
Two weeks had passed since I wore my cap and gown.
I spotted a woman who had just moved into town.
For a boy at the young age of eighteen,
everything comprised a usual summer scene.
What attractiveness she possessed! I could not help but stare.
I swear I saw her wink at me while she passed through the sultry air.
I was all alone later that day when she walked up to me.
She said, “Hello, I am new in town. My name is Audrey”.
This woman was older than I, and must have held a mystical force.
She was enough to make my ship begin sailing well off course.
This lady told me she lived alone and went through a divorce.
We walked over to her house, and then we went inside.
Audrey took my hand and showed me she had nothing to hide.
I was a boy when I saw the sunset with my eyes.
The next morning, I was a man when I gazed at the sunrise.
Many years have passed, and Audrey is but a memory.
In a single night, this woman made me reach maturity.
Robert Pettit for Frank Herrera's Coming of Age contest
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